spring awakening

Something about the earlier sunrise, the longer days, and that slightly warmer New York City wind makes me want to breathe much more deeply. It’s a new day; a new season. I just went for a walk in Central Park and it is (once again) buzzing with people. That long black jacket can finally be folded up and put away. I just love this time of year; a reminder of Resurrection. What for so long has seemed dead is bursting forth with life again.

Lord, how many times I have died and shown no signs of resuscitation. But you lift me up from the grave and set my feet upon the rock. How amazing is your never ending love that we may rest in the care of your mighty hand? 

-Jane

God’s voice

What does it mean to hear God’s voice? Is it biblical?